The snap of some unseen branch, miles away, carried by a dead wind in a place of unfeeling, across the frigid, still sands, up the bluff, curling like a viper in that dried, empty skull. It rattled in the husk of a reptile perched so high above, a crisp, clean snap inside, pulling at nerves thought dead. A long, slow exhale as the rusted rifle butt found itself pulled against a boney shoulder, papery skin rustling under the dry-rotted shirt. There, standing, rifle sighted down towards the sound, an embrace, from nature herself. A cruel, bitter cold, the fingers of the desert wind stabbing through every insect-eaten hole in his shirt. She has abandoned him here, and only shows her hand to mock that which refuses to pass from this land. Stone eyes peer down through the rusted buckhorn sight, focusing the narrow stump of a sight blade into focus, unaware or uncaring that images were never meant to be seen through turquoise, alas, no time to question the mechanics of the super-natural. A pull. The unbreakable sound of a spring tensioning itself before the grave silence is torn asunder by a crack, an animalistic scream to follow, wounded, angered, too hellish to be of the natural order. Somewhere in the far-below, some demon puts its final mark on the world, born of its own viscous, chunky lifeblood, freshly poured from its exposed bone, having just been pierced by powder-propelled silver.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Lizard
Size 1280 x 781px
File Size 247.3 kB
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